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RETURN		REVEDERE
"Forest, trusted friend and true, Forest dear, how do you do? Since the day I saw you last Many, many years have passed And though you still steadfast stand I have travelled many a land." "Yea, and I, what have I done? Watched the years their seasons run; Heard the squalls that through me groan Ere my singing birds have flown; Heard the creaking of my boughs Neath the mounted winter snows. Yea indeed, what have I done? Done as I have always done; Felt my summer leaves re-growing, Heard the village girls who going By the path that meets the spring Melancholy doina sing". "Forest, though the tempests blow, The years come and the years go. And the seasons wax and wane, You are ever young again". '"What of seasons, when for ages All the sky my lake engages; What of years ill or good, When the sap mounts in the wood! What of years good or ill, When the Danube rolls on still. Only mall is always changing, O'er the world forever ranging, We each do our place retain, As we were, so we remain; Oceans, rivers, mountains high And the stars that light the sky, Saturn with its whirling rings, And the forest with its springs". Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu		- Codrule, codrutule Ce mai faci, dragutule, Ca de cind nu ne-am vazut Multa vreme au trecut Si de cind m-am departat, Multa lume am imblat. - Ia, eu fac ce fac de mult, Iarna viscolu-l ascult, Crengile-mi rupindu-le, Apele-ascultindu-le Troienind cararile Si gonind cintarile; Si mai fac ce fac de mult, Vara doina mi-o ascult, Pe cararea spre izvor Ce le-am dat-o tuturor, Implindu-si cofeile, Mi-o cinta femeile. - Codrule cu riuri line, Vremea trece, vremea vine Tu mereu intineresti. - Ce mi-i vremea, cind de veacuri Stele-mi scinteie pe lacuri, Ca de-i vremea rea sau buna, Vintu-mi bate, frunza-mi suna; Si de-i vremea buna, rea, Mie-mi curge Dunarea. Numai omu-i schimbaor, Pe pamint ratacitor, Iar noi locullui ne tinem, Cum am fost asa raminem: Marea si cu riurile, Lumea cu pustiurile, Luna si cu soarele, Codrul cu izvoarele. 1879, 1 oct. Mihail Eminescu
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